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the devil
This Pain & Glory
Now you witnessed the birth of a rebel
Converse on a level never seen
By a person who settles for the blind truth
I was sellin'

I do not speak in broke language
My plug can barely speak broken Spanish
Break it down, bag it up and stamp it
I told the lick be careful with

trap house, but my team hitting me. I live up to my childhood being a real-life crime.
KATO KUTTHROAT (Verse)
Better watch out for clean, they call them

still holding up a fucking T
Thizz or die when I'm in the club wavy
Chunking up a deuce cuz you know it's all gravy 

And yea that's the reefer talk

Look I was only twelve when I entered the game
Step dad paved the way I was making my name
Fucking up plays I was young in them days
Practice

Till I Drop

Gadget

Nine Lives

2012

And a spoon full of H AYE
Stay with more choppers
That the muthafuckin has
Truth call up Deuce like dude what it do
Looks pops for the loot
Ain't no tellin

the truth
Put up your drinks and a deuce
Let's bring the floor to the roof
Or cause destruction and disorder until they order the troops
My vodka mix it with

a rasta, got the dread locked
Sleeping on bedrocks of temper tantrums
Same impulses that be carried by my death squad
CAGE the motto, really trap our devils

Helluva Beat, baby
Ayy, turn that up a little bit
Smoke on the beat

Look me in my eyes, nah, for real
It's some shit inside me
I ain't going in

Depot after her check deposit
We finna link a build a desk in yo crib and fuck in yo office
This bitch
Bout bad than Michael
If I fuck it up don't wife

downers with the downers, ain't know better yet
Making sure I stop to smell the roses, that's my medicine
Bro been pouring deuces up for years, I swear it

do you have anything to say on Behalf the good of the group
We would expect all positive things By the way
(Lady's & gentleman)
Jesus Christ

ain't about to quit
So let me tell you how the story goes
I grew up in the hood in New Mexico
So if you didn't know before then now you know
I gotta

fix up his batteries
You gon' die in this spot tryin' to battle me
Oh, they hate me, but they lovin' me
Why would you hate me?
Bitches lovin' me, like

Loosing all of my homies
All because of my own dreams
Now I'm up and close enough
To blowing up because we don't sleep

Damn right we don't sleep
Fuck them

Fire!
Welcome to the emotional guard of oppression
The good the bad the ugly the beautiful
Cheers to a fucked up ego
We're gonna explore your mind

like Marco

Im all in your head you hanging by a thread, thinking about what I said
I count up the dead stackin this bread, all this money make a bed
You

in the room, if you hear a lot of clapping
Bitch, what's happening
I just put a four in a deuce, like I'm trying to chill with grandson
Grill her up

the end of the day
When it's time to Leave
I pack up, clock out
Chuck the deuces
Then I walk out nothing left to say
Hop back in my ride
Call up a partner

hits
But I'd rather feel alive with you by my side
Where do we go first
I can't decide

So we'll take a ride
Call me Cyde, Bonnie
No worries
I got your

deuces, is you gangster or coochie?
I told Dead no drive-by shootings, I want everything movin'
Feds loomin' and beef was brewin' while I'm laid up

needs 
I really don't know what to say
Imma meditate
Droppin double deuces on these haters when I defocate
Old school flow switchin up like a record tape

goose
I poured a deuce in some apple juice
Mix up some jungle juice with the fruit
Bitches on my dick I give a hoot
Feel like Nardwuar nigga tood-a-loo
I

Loosing all of my homies
All because of my own dreams
Now I'm up and close enough
To blowing up because we don't sleep

Damn right we don't sleep
Fuck them